Thou, Whose Soft and Rosy Hues, by Anacreon
Thou, whose soft and rosy hues
Mimic form and...
Rose Poems
Vulcan! Hear Your Glorious Task, by Anacreon
Vulcan! Hear your glorious task;
I do not fro...
Evening in New Mexico, by Andrew Downing
Far off the Rio Grande crawls,
A silver serpe...
The Heart Will Remember, by Andrew Downing
When life burns to ashes that hold but an ember...
Courtship, by Anna Katherine Green
Not the wind
But the soft sunshine best constr...
In Light: In Night, by Anna Katherine Green
Dark 'gainst the deepening skies,
Frosty with...
Love, by Anna Katherine Green
They who see her call her fair;
Say her smile...
Three Letters, by Anna Katherine Green
I FROM HIM TO HER Sweet, when I gave m...
Through the Trees, by Anna Katherine Green
If I had known whose face I'd see
Above the he...
What Do the Roses Say in Their Dreams?, by Anna Katherine Green
What do the roses say in their dreams?
Let us ...
Corsica, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Hail, generous Corsica! Unconquered isle!
The...
The Invitation, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
Jehovah Reigns, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Jehovah reigns: let every nation hear,
And at...
Dream Catcher, by Anne Deborah Morgan
Blissfully I float
On candy floss clouds ...
Metamorphosis, by Anne Deborah Morgan
Hope stirs like a diminutive butterfly
In the ...
Sweet Serenity, by Anne Deborah Morgan
Halcyon days
In lush green meadows. Ca...
Angels' Visits, by Anne S. Bushby
A NIGHT SCENE. The midnight hour had struck, ...
Easter Morning, by Anne S. Bushby
A DREAM. 'Twas night, or early morn; the busy...
The Bee, by Arthur Guiterman
Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other ca...
A Boy and a Pup, by Arthur Guiterman
The Boy wears a grin,
A scratch on his chin, ...
The Dream of Chuang Tzu, by Arthur Guiterman
In life there's naught
That's true, but Thoug...
The First Thanksgiving Day, by Arthur Guiterman
BOSTON, 1631 The curse of Cain was on the ear...
Hercules & Co., by Arthur Guiterman
When Hercules, beside the Lake
Of Lerna, cut...
King Arthur and the Half-Man, by Arthur Guiterman
The summer day was long and hot;
King Arthur ...
A Legend of Maiden Lane, by Arthur Guiterman
'Twas dusk in the dale, but the clover-clad hi...